halloween poetry

have you not heard
gingham dog and the calico cat
little park that i pass through
simply speaking
the saddest of the year
she knows a cheap release
backward, turn backward
take my bracelets
o fair and stately maid, whose eyes
dear wife
for i was a gaunt, grave councillor
with the meek, brown eyes
and how could you dream of meeting
the pale day drowses on the western steep